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Devil Hold

If you were to embrace me one moment, I would melt in the fissures of your throbbing prestidigitation My heart would dare not let me see the poison you excrete My mind would make excuses, to be in your arms again Devil! how you break me down so lovingly, With fingers so candid on my gyrating frame I am frightened by the chords you play on me With those magic lips and that impassioned tongue I befall speechless as I clutch you Your auspicious words keep me partially consolidated, As I tremble with every whisper in this gelatinous agitation I mean to divorce my pleading fervor so that I may breathe And overcome this pressing desire to please you Devil! how you weigh me down so blithely, I cringe, and I recoil—you merely close in With certainty you plunge unwavering Your sorcery slaying all of my resistance If I were to embrace you again, The fires of promise you enchant me with would die, and slowly The ice of your soulful lies would shatter my mind, so fixedly And my stubborn heart would cry, cursedly, “You have endured thus far, and forever always!”

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Funom Makama

Date: 3/5/2016 10:51:00 AM

Wonderful! Wonderful! So so so wonderful....

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/6/2016 2:23:00 AM

Thank you Funom! : D ~Laura

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/26/2015 5:17:00 PM

Hi Laura, you are mighty awesome yourself,, thank you for replying to my comment on the bottom. How sweet. LINDA

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/26/2015 7:05:00 PM

Aw, no problem. I am enjoying your poetry this evening. It's been too long!! ~Laura

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 12/25/2015 9:19:00 PM

That's an epic write Laura, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year May all your days shine and dreams come true. :) Every day should be a day with family and friends. I appreciate everyone. Sorry to all those I have taken for granted. SHAME ON ME. I promise, 2016 will be a new me. Merry Christmas!!! May the true meaning of the holiday season fill your heart and home. Always & Forever ~LINDA~

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/26/2015 4:23:00 AM

Awww, thanks Linda! You're awesome! <3 Hope you had a good one and a lovely year ahead. :) ~Laura

Duke Beaufort

Date: 12/19/2015 6:06:00 AM

You demonstrate such range! We are such complex creatures. I just love the thoughts and images that seem to come from the right side of your brain, but which are tempered and hammered into art by the left side. You let us all in and tantalize us as would a magician. This is just too much fun. I really appreciate being able to read this. It's quite touching. You---you are very good.

Cherl Dunn

Date: 12/11/2015 7:12:00 PM

Dear Laura What a sensual work of emotional passions my friend it's incredible so many layers of good and evil thoughts, but a well expressed work, all I can say to this is wow, loved the feeling it leaves behind like that forbidden piece of chocolate thought about and savored then you when you finally give in to it, Wow what a tasty indulgence, cheri and thanks also for your visit to my site also, glad you enjoy it so much, cheri

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/12/2015 2:27:00 AM

Seduction broadens the serendipity we crave. Love lusts are all-consuming. Love your comments; it means a lot! ~Laura

Eileen Manassian

Date: 12/7/2015 9:36:00 PM

Very powerful write, sweetie. Oh...that which hurts us sometimes also brings sweet pleasure. It is sad but true. When the pain outweighs the pleasure...we can move on. Great write. Thanks for your visits to my work, dear. Hugs

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/8/2015 4:33:00 PM

Thank you sweet Eileen... I do hope hope my comments give you some sunshine as your comments do. I am a fan of your passionate heart. You've got a unique one, full of love. It's hard to move one when the pain is so pressing, is it not? ~Laura

Justin Bordner

Date: 12/7/2015 7:03:00 PM

The suspicion of your heart is so intense in it's romantic resistance to this devil's desire to capture the breaths of your pleaseure and the innocence of your intellect...such an alluring beauty you are. In my view of this savory poem of crisis, the devil is a metaphor for the awe, insuppressible attraction, and fear that an absolute love confronts us with Laura. "I befall speechless as I clutch you...My mind would make excuses to be in your arms again." Your crisis is honest, and hot! J.A.B.

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 12/8/2015 4:30:00 PM

Many thanks, Justin. Sometimes I wonder if you're a mind reader, a being out of this world! To resist such insistent fires of attraction is to render one weak, twinged and troubled. In the poem fear does dampen, but does not overcome. The last line, at first was to be a negative, troubled cry, but instead came out rather strong and triumphant. It was almost supposed to be along the despairing lines of - 'since I have endured thus far with this devil, I must endure with him forever now as punishment for my ''weakness" ') ... though things often turn out differently than we first perspire, and I could not put the words down... ~Laura